I had a dream I was in schoolReading your autographPages of green in seventh gradeNow like an epitaph alone in your roomWith an artist inside of youYou died way too soon,But I can still feel you warm in a circle of friendsHow have you all beenWe'd never die, just go through hell and re-group againSo button it down, so the wind won't blow it all awayAnd pass it aroundLike champagne on a holidayPass it aroundThere's a lot of that to go around